...or van actually...came to Congerville...one of those things where you hear a little song...and know you don't have music playing in the house at the moment...and the song keeps getting louder and louder...and pretty soon Daddy's arm is twisted hard enough...and you suddenly are walking home, proudly, with a popsicle in hand...Daddy loves ice cream...so I guess it wasn't to hard on the twisting part:)
And all the questions that came along with the walk back home...
"Daddy?"..."Yes, Reilly?"...
"Why do I have to eat my supper before my popsicle?
...why does the van go so slow?
...where does the ice cream come from?
...why does it play music?"
...such sweet little innocent minds:)
He even shared his delicious popsicle with all of us...was quite yummy I'd say!
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